Passau Walkabout 2009
Me
As with Copenhagen, most of my trip to Passau is recorded in photographic form, so check out the pics! The reason for this trip was one of my work colleagues, Marcus – he’s the one mugging in the photos.
Marcus is from Passau, which is in lower Bavaria, located (like Pittsburgh) at the confluence of three rivers, in this case, the Donnau (Danube), the Ilz, and the Inn (as opposed to Pittsburgh where the Ohio, Allegheny, and Monongahela converge to form the Ohio J). Each of the three rivers here is a different colour. The Donnau is blue, the Ilz is black, and the Inn is green, which has quite a weird effect as they join up to become the Donnau, which then flows through Vienna, Budapesth, Bucharest, and into the Black Sea.
Passau is a very beautiful city, if you like your architecture on the Gothic side, which I do. You do keep looking behind you to see if an angry mob is rushing up the hill to the castle, all flaming torches and pitchforks aloft, desperately trying to stop the mad Baron from making his monster. I’d caught an early morning train up from Munich and Marcus met me at the station, taking me on a tour of the city first, meeting one of Marcus’ friends, Limpy, for coffee in a local Café, then popping round to his friends Thomas and Regina and repairing a rear windscreen, before heading out into the countryside for TiPi Fest, making the all-important beer stop first.
Marcus is from Passau, which is in lower Bavaria, located (like Pittsburgh) at the confluence of three rivers, in this case, the Donnau (Danube), the Ilz, and the Inn (as opposed to Pittsburgh where the Ohio, Allegheny, and Monongahela converge to form the Ohio J). Each of the three rivers here is a different colour. The Donnau is blue, the Ilz is black, and the Inn is green, which has quite a weird effect as they join up to become the Donnau, which then flows through Vienna, Budapesth, Bucharest, and into the Black Sea.
Passau is a very beautiful city, if you like your architecture on the Gothic side, which I do. You do keep looking behind you to see if an angry mob is rushing up the hill to the castle, all flaming torches and pitchforks aloft, desperately trying to stop the mad Baron from making his monster. I’d caught an early morning train up from Munich and Marcus met me at the station, taking me on a tour of the city first, meeting one of Marcus’ friends, Limpy, for coffee in a local Café, then popping round to his friends Thomas and Regina and repairing a rear windscreen, before heading out into the countryside for TiPi Fest, making the all-important beer stop first.